⤷ ʟᴜᴄᴀ ᴠᴏʟᴛᴜʀɪ & ᴇᴅᴡᴀʀᴅ ᴄᴜʟʟᴇɴ
*You might want to read my other story, Madelyn, to know the other OCs of this story. Luca was actually an OC I created for Madelyn. But if you don't, you will understand everything, just not Madelyn and Nathaniel and...
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*Trigger warning : mention of violence, violence (not too much because I can't write those scenes)*
1200 BC - ITALY
Blood drinking monsters were something Luca was used to hear about. In his small village, legends about these kinds of people were running around. It was the story parents told their children, the perfect bedtime story to keep kids still at night. Children were scared of going out, as soon as the sunset fell upon the village. The monsters didn't sleep and were only waiting for little children to come out to drink their blood and dismember them. They were so discreet, there was no way to hear them coming before you died to their hands.
Luca's father, Hector, was one of the parents that exaggerated a little the actual story to make sure his children listen. With his two first sons, he had no problem. They were listening to him and his wife and helped them around the village. With Luca, it was more complicated. He liked walking around the forest more than helping his family, or that's what he thought.
Luca helped his family and the entire village everyday, and spent some time alone, but Hector didn't see anything good he did. To be honest, Luca liked to help other people than his father and his brothers as they were always more grateful than them. Everything Luca did for his family was not done correctly, in their eyes.
Being stuck with the three men, Luca missed his mother dearly, or the thought of her at least. The woman died giving birth to him, sixteen years ago, but he was sure if she was here, everything would be different. Hector probably wouldn't hate him that much. The older man made it clear that he disliked him, using psychological violence as well as physical on him. But Luca didn't complain, feeling like it was his fault anyway that they lost the most important woman in their life.
One day, Luca was helping a woman with her garden. Anastasia was old enough to be his grandmother, and she was the gentlest and kindest person in Luca's village. She knew how the boy was treat and wished she could help him, but Hector's ancestors were founders of the village and people treated him like he was their king or something. They wouldn't believe her, or Luca.
"Dear, you should go rest a little. You look awful," Anastasia walked towards Luca, who was removing the weeds. Tilting his head up, the woman winced when she noticed bruises covering his face. Luca sighed and got up, brushing his clothes with his hands.
"I'll come back tomorrow to finish this, I'm sorry, Ana," She only smiled in response.
"Don't worry about anything. I can do it on my own, I'm not that old," She teased him, earning a small smile in response. Normally, Luca would have laughed, but his whole face was hurting too much and his mind wandered quickly to what happened the past day.
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Luca just came back from Anastasia's home, after helping her repearing her roof. He decided to walk slowly as he had time before diner time. It wasn't a very exciting moment for Luca as he rarely ate with his brothers and father. Hector didn't think he needed, no, deserved to eat as he did nothing. To Luca's luck, Anastasia knew his father was starving him and offered him food regularly. He always felt bad accepting it, but the older woman almost cried when he refused it once.
Lost in his thoughts, Luca didn't notice it was dark and that he needed to be home sooner than that. When he looked up at the sky, and noticed the bright moon enlightening him, blood vanishing from his face.
"Oh no..." He knew what was going to happen if he arrived late at home. He started running and got to his house a few minutes later. Panting, he walked through the door and closed it behind him. Turning around, he flinched when he noticed his father's dark look.
"Boys," Hector's stern voice echoed through Luca's head. His older brothers left the room quickly and Luca rolled his eyes at how coward they were. However, he quickly came back to reality as he was tackled against the wall. "Don't roll your eyes at us, you useless boy," He spat in his son's frightened face, before punching him, knocking him out.
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Wincing from the thought of it, Luca rubbed his black eye absentmindedly. Making sure he still had time before he had to go home, he walked through the village, playing the hem of his loose pants. People ran into him, making the young man apologized even if it wasn't his fault. When he got into the forest, he decided to lay down to watch the clouds. The minutes passed quickly as Luca's eyelids became heavy. He patted his cheeks to keep his eyes open, but he couldn't fight his sleepiness anymore. As usual, his dreams were filled with blood drinking monsters, with bright red eyes. The ones he dreamed about were wearing dark cloaks, wearing crests in a V form that was made of gold. Unconsciously, Luca wondered what it would look like around his own neck.
After two hours of nap, he woke up with the sound of an owl. He shut his eyes closed, silently praying his father was sleeping by now. Rising up from his lying position, Luca wrapped his arms around himself as he was shaking in cold and looked around nervously. He felt as if he was being watched. Glancing between the trees around him, he gulped when he noticed two dark red eyes. Stumbling away from them, Luca ran as fast as possible towards his house. He clearly doubted the small, wooded residence could keep him and his family safe from the monster standing outside, but he had no other refuge. Closing the door in fright behind him, Luca panted and jumped in fright when he noticed his father and his two older brothers' looks on him.
"There's s-something outside," Luca panted, leaning his back against the door. He slid down a little, trying to catch his breath. The brown-haired man flinched when he heard a chair scratched against the floor but didn't look up from his lap.
"Oh? And what might that be?" Hector asked condescently, almost mocking his son's terrified expression. Luca mumbled something before his father talked again, "Stop mumbling into my face," The older man spat.
"A monster!" The brown-haired boy cried out, clutching his face as he couldn't catch his breath, panic slowly taking over. Hector only stared at him, almost in disappointment.
"Hm," The older man walked slowly towards him, grabbing onto his collar to bring him up. "Why don't you pay it a visit then?" Without letting Luca talk, Hector opened the door and pushed him outside, the young man landing on his back with a huff.
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Small chapter to begin with, they will be longer as the story goes on.
